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Stefano De Suritas
His green eyes have been quoted as seeing a woman's soul and knowing just how to bring her under his spell. Men notice when he walks in a room, even if they cannot see him. He haa seen empires rise and fall, he is one of the Old ones; beings who watched over civilisation, taking notes, giving advice, stirring pots when needed. Life has become an eternal drag of people repeating the mistakes of generations prior. He takes lovers when he feels the need. They stay an hour, a day, a week, but none have ignited his heart. Then one night, in a bar, in a city, a woman falls through the door. You. Your heel caught in the grate at the door, is now stuck and the cold air is rushing in, disturbing the ambiance. A bouncer comes over and pulls the heel free, a little mangled but still wearable. You shove your foot into the shoe and look around for your date, the new guy on the 11th floor. Your gaze passes over me without stopping and my soul shakes. Everyone looks at me. EVERYONE. I keep watching your progress, further into the crowded room. You pass by my chair and your hip brushes my shoulder. No effect on you Fire igniting my skin to me. Who are you and why are you effecting me like this?